Confessions

We had three "dates" in the past weekend. The first was not really a date: as always, we met outside the school we work in and we returned home by bus.

The next day (on Saturday) we went to a party that a friend and I were planning for months. That night was cold, and I at least didn't enjoyed the party much. Very few people assisted, and the place felt like it was abandoned. While the bands that played weren't bad, they weren't good either, at least for my taste. I guess that she didn't enjoyed them either, because I know that those aren't her music type. To get back home, she called an UBER drive. As we needed to see it we waited for it outside. Both she and me were shaking because the temperature had dropped too much. The whole night we were fully dressed; it was impossible to take out our coats.

For the next day (yesterday) we had plans to walk through a city called Adrogué, which is very nice, quiet and picturesque. But since we had only had a few hours of sleep, we decided to stay where we were. We went to a nearby velodrome instead. We found a place to sit down to talk, I spread out my diver on the grass and she sat on it. I tried to sit down too, but I could not find a comfortable position. The area was too crowed for me and I felt I could not kiss her without someone stepping on us.

There she made me a confession. With difficulty, she said that she has Anxiety and that she was afraid to tell me about it because she thought that I would judge her. To the contrary, I said, there was no problem. I told her that I had problems too (mostly physical) and about the time I was depressed.
We also talk about her church. She wants me to go there to see my reactions, apparently.

We decided to leave the velodrome due to the people, and we walked to a square where we found fewer people. We sat down on a stone bench and chatted while watching a pair of siblings playing with their father. When the sun was coming down, we started returning home, but we did it by walking.

At one point we had to detour to avoid some of his relatives. She said she wants her parents to meet me first. After that we met an old teacher of mine, Miss. Vedani. She was happy to see us and when Andrea told her that she was a math teacher, Miss Vedani hugged her because she is also a math teacher. We continue walking until we reach the corner of her street.

There we kissed each other. A lot. We kissed so much that people passing by yelled us "there is love!" twice, breaking the mood completely. We only laughed and took separate ways.

When I got home, I send her a message, telling her that, somehow some of her scent had impregnated my clothes and/or my nose, and I could still smell her. It was beautiful.

For the first time since we started dating we didn't come up with plans for next week. She wants me to visit her church, but there are also free tickets to the movies, apparently. Only time will tell.